
Bachelor Party Page #21
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- 1984
- 105 min
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RICK:
Father... Oh, yes... yes... yesssss...
Oh, yesssssss!
Falwell pries his hand loose.
FATHER FALWELL:
So, Rick, soon you will be a married
man. How does it feel?
RICK:
Innnnnn-credible!
FATHER FALWELL:
Well, nice seeing you both.
Rick's excitement heightens as the Hooker pulls out all stops.
RICK:
Ooooooooh, Jesus, Oh God, God, God,
God, Oh Jesus, Jeeeesussss...
Father Falwell looks on rather perplexed. Rick sees Falwell's
puzzled look.
RICK:
(continuing)
I was just saying grace.
FATHER FALWELL:
How nice.
O'NEILL
You done?
Before Rick can speak we HEAR a VOICE from under the table.
HOOKER (O.S.)
Not yet.
Rick's hand EXITS FRAME and zips up his pants. Then Rick and
O'Neill get up.
RICK:
Father, would you like to take our
table?
O'Neill can't believe what Rick is about to do.
FATHER FALWELL:
Yes. Thank you.
He sits in Rick's spot. Rick leans on the table to say his
final farewell to the priest. He takes this moment to get
some money out of his pocket and hold it under the table.
UNDER THE TABLE:
The Hooker grabs the money.
BACK TO SCENE:
RICK:
I think you'll enjoy this table.
O'NEILL
So long, Father.
He and Rick, suppressing a laugh, exit. Father Falwell picks
up the menu. We HEAR the ZIP SOUND. Father perks up. He
doesn't know what the hell is happening.
O'Neill turns to Rick as they're leaving the coffee shop.
O'NEILL
I don't get it. Why didn't you go
for it just now?
RICK:
I don't know. Maybe it's because I
love Debbie or maybe it's hard for
me to get off in a place that smells
like egg salad. I'm not sure.
INT. HOTEL SUITE
Rick and O'Neill enter the suite. No one is there.
RICK:
Where the hell is everybody?
Everyone jumps out from their hiding places. With our guys
is Gary and his team of FIVE PROSTITUTES.
GARY:
Surprise!
(gesturing to the
girls)
The team bus just pulled in.
STAN:
Hookers. It's a party!
RICK:
All right!
One of our hookers, KELLEY, gets everyone's attention.
KELLEY:
Who's first, guys?
Everyone acts as if they're in grade school. They raise their
hands; they come on like kids trying to get the teacher's
attention.
GUYS:
Oh, me... me... me!
O'NEILL
Wait. The guest of honor should be
first.
RICK:
Nah, that's okay. My brother has to
look up old people's asses all day
long. Let's give him a break.
STAN:
Right. Give me the will to live. Let
me go first.
O'NEILL
A moving plea. Okay, Doc, you lead
off. I'll screw clean up.
Everyone cheers Stan's good fortune. Kelley takes Stan by
the hand and leads him into the bedroom. Gary turns on a
record and everyone starts dancing. Larry is laying out drugs
on a table. They consist of lines of coke and various happy
time pills of all colors and shapes. Rick takes a look at
the layout.
RICK:
How thoughtful. A drug smorgasbord.
ANOTHER ANGLE:
Chulo enters. He sees the party has taken off.
CHULO:
I have returned!
He spots a sweet-faced young hooker, LAVERNE. She is prancing
around in her bra and underwear. Chulo wants her.
CHULO:
(continuing; points
to her)
You! Mine!
Laverne is frightened of Chulo. Mainly because he's coming
at her like a sex-starved buffalo. Chulo goes after her.
Scared, she runs around the room, then out the door. Chulo
gives chase.
RICK:
(to O'Neill)
Chulo's got such a nice, light touch
with women.
INT. HOTEL CORRIDOR
Laverne runs down the hall, closely pursued by Chulo. An all-
female NEW WAVE BAND comes to the door. O'Neill greets them.
O'NEILL
Terrific. You made it... You can set
up over there...
As they enter we go to --
INT. CORRIDOR
Chulo is on the heels of Laverne. She bursts through a door
to excape him.
INT. STAGE
Laverne finds herself on the stage of a beauty pageant, still
in her bra and panties. FIVE other LADIES are dressed in
their bathing suits. Chulo stops short of running on stage.
Laverne, seeking the safety of the moment, stands in line
with the contestants.
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